These Dreams...

"These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away"
-These Dreams by Heart

And as soon as it began, it's over. Another chapter; short story; episodic poem. It's a short week at work, four days for me. I watch the time on my cell phone go by and know that he'll shortly be on a plane going back to that place where his life awaits. As he said, I am the fairytale. I'm not real. I'm just that dream somewhere out in time that can't be touched too much or loved too much because what pain it is to be ripped away again. 2-5-2007. February 5th, 2007, a bottle of wine, time, some flowers and a real kiss that might endure the rest of the years to come. That's the real fairytale.